The title of the book on the other hand is called ‘The Year of Magical Thinking’

I’ve have never in my entire life read the first chapter of a book and felt like crying, I mean proper sobbing.

I know I’m deeply in touch with my mind and heart but that there is what I call thought provoking literature.

I was on the train as it happens, and every now and then, well after every 6 or 7 sentences of shock I closed the book, glanced outside at the lanscapes of the countryside and held back salty tears and breathed deeply…

Yes passengers on the train stared hard, but I was too busy thinking about the written contexts of this book and what the hell I would’ve done if the circumstances she carefully depicted had happened to me….